What Do Werewolf Look Like Novels & Stories

He introduced himself: "I'm Harvey Susan, one of the doctors here, I also work at the research institute on the base." Phoebe was surprised because she didn't expect an additional research institute to be built in the base. Even though she knew Harvey was a werewolf, she still asked him: "You're not human, are you?" He smiled and replied: “Yes, I am a werewolf, normally humans would have a hard time recognizing us werewolves. You have a very keen sense.” Because werewolves are very similar to humans except that their bodies are a bit hairier. Vampires are not too different from humans, the typical ways to recognize a Vampire are a paper-white skin, red pupils, and too gorgeous beauty.

Cassadie thought as fingers run through her hair while she was hugging a man's naked chest where she leans her head on his arm. She looked at him, his red eyes seemed to reflect the half-moon’s light. His red lips that were very soft had thirsts her and made her want more. His pale skin and pure white hair remind her earlier that night when she had mistaken him for a vampire. His skin was soft as if he bathed in milk and he just smells so good that she couldn't stop herself from sniffing his neck. She was a human yet she wondered if this may be how vampires were attracted to blood.

It also cuts you off from your pack and to sum it up it basically makes you human. I look our the room and see all the guards now have some kind of weapon in their hands. This is going to hurt like a bitch. This isn't a fair fight but we all know vampires like to play dirty. There is no way I will be able to win this fight without my wolf or my pack by my side.

So Lupines always look deeply into the other’s eyes when meeting someone for the first time. The differences are minimal. First, the color: becoming a werewolf adds tiny gold flecks to the irises, regardless of the base color. Second, the shape: like the wolves from whom we’re descended, werewolves have eyes of a slightly almond shape, and somewhat slanted. Third, the placement: Lupine eyes are a bit more closely set on the face than they were before the turning. These two sisters were humans, yet their eyes revealed the differences in their characters.

The man before her looked nothing like she had been expecting. His eyes were golden but they looked so beautiful. His fangs weren't showing. In fact, he seemed to have no fangs at all. And… he wasn't as hairy as the Werewolves she had encountered before. He didn't have that werewolf appearance nor do he have a pointy nose. He was hairy compared to humans, but he wasn't that hairy like all the other Werewolves she had previously seen. And the most striking thing of all was that… he was just… breathtaking.

On the distant plains, two mighty beings fought to the death. Fenrir's fur bristled like black steel needles, each strand gleaming with an oily sheen that rippled with every savage movement. This was a werewolf far more massive than even Kaelen. His eyes were not the typical green glow or black pupils common among werewolves. Instead, his eyes blazed blood-red, just like a vampire's. Its wide mouth was soaked in crimson, though it was unclear whether the blood belonged to itself or its enemy. Razor-sharp white fangs lined his jaws below the lips, and from deep in his throat came thunderous, rumbling growls that never ceased.

But he always knew who he really was. He wasn’t like the others. He was different. Special. His werewolf form wasn’t black like most. It wasn’t brown. It wasn’t grey. He was orange. Bright orange. No one had ever seen a werewolf like that before. It was a strange and very rare werewolf. His fur was soft, like a cat’s fur. His eyes were ocean blue, ocean blue that could brighten the night. When he looked at someone, they couldn’t look away. His fangs could cut stone. His speed was more than others. His howl could shake trees.

She rolled her eyes as she looked him over quickly, taking a deep breath to confirm that he was in fact a werewolf. Really, there was no way that she could have doubted it, just looking at him. He looked like an Alpha, power and authority pouring off of him without any sort of effort, and having seen that rogue's reaction to him, if she hadn't been in Luca's territory she would have immediately known that that was exactly who he was. He was strongly built, with the perfect muscular physique so typical of Alpha werewolves in human form, with golden blonde hair and chestnut eyes. His face was pleasant enough to look at, and he was wearing jeans and a fitted t-shirt, with boots.

It's an image of a werewolf, it's body parts fully labelled. I shook my head as the thought of my father actually studying werewolves occured to me. I put the paper down but my eyes caught another one. It's another sheet of paper and this time there's a more interesting image on it. An image of a big werewolf, it's body full of deep brown hairs. It has it's face pointed up, howling, it's eyes flowing a bright blue. For a long while, I stood there, lost in it's eyes, watching and feeling myself drawing into them.

They looked like touching them would stain your hands or even hurt you. Their eyes were the most unsettling part, and now that they shifted into their wolf, they looked even more menacing. It felt like they were gazing at my soul, sending chills down my spine. Their claws were longer, their canines sharper, and their faces scarier than your usual wolf. They looked like a werewolf but at the same time, they didn't. They were horrific.